Background Image

...

The Job Has Its Grandeurs, Yes. There Is The Exultation Of Arriving Safely After A Storm, The Joy Of Gliding Down Out Of The Darkness Of Night Or Tempest Toward A Sun-drenched Alicante Or Santiago; There Is The Swelling Sense Of Returning To Repossess One's Place In Life, In The Miraculous Garden Of Earth, Where Are Trees And Women And, Down By The Harbor, Friendly Little Bars. When He Has Throttled His Engine And Is Banking Into The Airport, Leaving The Somber Cloud Masses Behind, What Pilot Does Not Break Into Song?

-Antoine De Saint-Exupery

...

Please Wait....
Translating....

The Job Has Its

Antoine De Saint-Exupery

...

The Job Has Its Grandeurs, Yes. There Is The Exultation Of Arriving Safely After A Storm, The Joy Of Gliding Down Out Of The Darkness Of Night Or Tempest Toward A Sun-drenched Alicante Or Santiago; There Is The Swelling Sense Of Returning To Repossess One's Place In Life, In The Miraculous Garden Of Earth, Where Are Trees And Women And, Down By The Harbor, Friendly Little Bars. When He Has Throttled His Engine And Is Banking Into The Airport, Leaving The Somber Cloud Masses Behind, What Pilot Does Not Break Into Song?

Views: 13649

Topic

More From Antoine De Saint-Exupery

You're Not A Man, You're A Mushroom!

There Is No Liberty Except The Liberty Of Some One Making His Way Towards Something. Such A Man Can Be Set Free If You Will Teach Him The Meaning Of Thirst, And How To Trace A Path To A Well. Only Then Will He Embark Upon A Course Of Action That Will Not Be Without Significance. You Could Not Liberate A Stone If There Were No Law Of Gravity - For Where Will The Stone Go, Once It Is Quarried?

You Know...my Flower...i'm Responsible For Her. And She's So Weak! And So Naive. She Has Four Ridiculous Thorns To Defend Her Against The World.

Living Is Being Born Slowly. It Would Be A Little Too Easy If We Could Borrow Ready-made Souls.

True Happiness Comes From The Joy Of Deeds Well Done, The Zest Of Creating Things New.

One Must Observe The Proper Rites.

You Become Responsible, Forever, For What You Have Tamed.

Confuse Not Love With The Raptures Of Possession, Which Bring The Cruellest Of Sufferings. For, Notwithstanding The General Opinion, Love Does Not Cause Suffering: What Causes It Is The Sense Of Ownership, Which Is Love's Opposite.

We Don’t Ask To Be Eternal Beings. We Only Ask That Things Do Not Lose All Their Meaning.

When We Think That The Machine Will Harm Man, Then It Is Perhaps Because We Are Not Yet Capable Of Judging The Rapid Changes It Has Brought About. We Hardly Feel At Home In This Landscape Of Mines And Power Stations. We Have Just Moved Into This New Home That We Have Not Even Finished Yet. Everything Around Us Has Changed So Fast - Personal Relations, Working Conditions, Habits. Even Our State Of Mind Is In Turmoil.

I Fly Because It Releases My Mind From The Tyranny Of Petty Things.

One Day, I Watched The Sun Setting Forty-four Times......you Know...when One Is So Terribly Sad, One Loves Sunsets.

When You Want To Build A Ship, Then Do Not Drum The Men Together In Order To Procure Wood, To Give Instructions Or To Distribute The Work, But Teach Them Longing For The Wide Endless Sea.

When The Body Sinks Into Death, The Essence Of Man Is Revealed. Man Is A Knot, A Web, A Mesh Into Which Relationships Are Tied. Only Those Relationships Matter. The Body Is An Old Crock That Nobody Will Miss. I Have Never Known A Man To Think Of Himself When Dying. Never.

At One Time I Say To Myself: "surely Not! The Little Prince Shuts His Flower Under Her Glass Globe Every Night, And He Watches Over His Sheep Very Carefully . . ." Then I Am Happy. And There Is Sweetness In The Laughter Of All The Stars.

But If You Come At Just Any Time, I Shall Never Know At What Hour My Heart Is To Be Ready To Greet You.

A Pilot's Business Is With The Wind, And With The Stars, With Night, With Sand, With The Sea. He Strives To Outwit The Forces Of Nature. He Stares With Expectancy For The Coming Of The Dawn The Way A Gardener Awaits The Coming Of Spring. He Looks Forward To Port As A Promised Land, And Truth For Him Is What Lives In The Stars.

No Destiny Attacks Us From Outside. But, Within Him, Man Bears His Fate And There Comes A Moment When He Knows Himself Vulnerable; And Then, As In A Vertigo, Blunder Upon Blunder Lures Him.

Pure Logic Is The Ruin Of The Spirit.

Life Has Meaning Only If One Barters It Day By Day For Something Other Than Itself.

Action And Personal Happiness Have No Truck With Each Other; They Are Eternally At War.

The Seed Haunted By The Sun Never Fails To Find Its Way Between The Stones In The Ground. And The Pure Logician, If No Sun Draws Him Forth, Remains Entangled In His Logic.

Man Is, Above All, He Who Creates.

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort.

If Some One Loves A Flower Of Which Just One Example Exists Among All The Millions And Millions Of Stars, That's Enough To Make Him Happy When He Looks At The Stars. He Tells Himself, "my Flower's Up There Somewhere. . . ." But If The Sheep Eats The Flower, Then For Him It's As If, Suddenly, All The Stars Went Out. And That Isn't Important?

Tell Me Who Admires And Loves You, And I Will Tell You Who You Are.

Freedom And Constraint Are Two Aspects Of The Same Necessity, The Necessity Of Being The Man You Are And Not Another. You Are Free To Be That Man, But Not Another.

So The Crew Fly On With No Thought That They Are In Motion. Like Night Over The Sea, They Are Very Far From The Earth, From Towns, From Trees. The Clock Ticks On. The Dials, The Radio Lamps, The Various Hands And Needles Go Though Their Invisible Alchemy. . . . And When The Hour Is At Hand The Pilot May Glue His Forehead To The Window With Perfect Assurance. Out Of Oblivion The Gold Has Been Smelted: There It Gleams In The Lights Of The Airport.

Commonly, People Believe That Defeat Is Characterized By A General Bustle And A Feverish Rush. Bustle And Rush Are The Signs Of Victory, Not Of Defeat. Victory Is A Thing Of Action. It Is A House In The Act Of Being Built. Every Participant In Victory Sweats And Puffs, Carrying The Stones For The Building Of The House. But Defeat Is A Thing Of Weariness, Of Incoherence, Of Boredom. And Above All Of Futility.

For I Do Not Want Any One To Read My Book Carelessly. I Have Suffered Too Much Grief In Setting Down These Memories. Six Years Have Already Passed Since My Friend Went Away From Me, With His Sheep. If I Try To Describe Him Here, It Is To Make Sure That I Shall Not Forget Him. To Forget A Friend Is Sad. Not Every One Has Had A Friend. And If I Forget Him, I May Become Like The Grown-ups Who Are No Longer Interested In Anything But Figures.

What He Had Yearned To Embrace Was Not The Flesh But A Down Spirit, A Spark, The Impalpable Angel That Inhabits The Flesh.

To Forget A Friend Is Sad. Not Every One Has Had A Friend. And If I Forget Him, I May Become Like The Grown−ups Who Are No Longer Interested In Anything But Figures.

Water, Thou Hast No Taste, No Color, No Odor; Canst Not Be Defined, Art Relished While Ever Mysterious. Not Necessary To Life, But Rather Life Itself, Thou Fillest Us With A Gratification That Exceeds The Delight Of The Senses.

You're Beautiful, But You're Empty.... No One Could Die For You.

You Re Beautiful

One's Suffering Disappears When One Lets Oneself Go, When One Yields - Even To Sadness.

For True Love Is Inexhaustible; The More You Give, The More You Have. And If You Go To Draw At The True Fountainhead, The More Water You Draw, The More Abundant Is Its Flow.

I Did Not Know How To Reach Him, How To Catch Up With Him... The Land Of Tears Is So Mysterious.

A Rock Pile Ceases To Be A Rock Pile The Moment A Single Man Contemplates It, Bearing Within Him The Image Of A Cathedral.

But Eyes Are Blind. You Have To Look With The Heart.

Love Does Not Cause Suffering: What Causes It Is The Sense Of Ownership, Which Is Love's Opposite.

In Every Crowd Are Certain Persons Who Seem Just Like The Rest, Yet They Bear Amazing Messages.

More Wisdom Is Latent In Things As They Are Than In All The Words Men Use.

He Who Would Travel Happy Must Travel Lite.

When You Give Yourself, You Receive More Than You Give.

To Forget A Friend Is Sad. Not Everyone Has Had A Friend.

Forget A Friend

Where I Live, Everything Is Very Small.

It Would Have Been Better To Come Back At The Same Hour,” Said The Fox. “if, For Example, You Came At Four O’clock In The Afternoon, Then At Three O’clock I Shall Begin To Be Happy. I Shall Feel Happier And Happier As The Hour Advances. At Four O’clock, I Shall Already Be Worrying And Jumping About. I Shall Show You How Happy I Am! But If You Come At Just Any Time, I Shall Never Know At What Hour My Heart Is To Be Ready To Greet You . . . One Must Observe The Proper Rites . . .

Nothing Comes Of Severity If There Be No Leanings Towards A Change Of Heart. And If There Be Natural Leanings Towards A Change Of Heart, What Need For Severity?

No Single Event Can Awaken Within Us A Stranger Totally Unknown To Us. To Live Is To Be Slowly Born. It Would Be A Bit Too Easy If We Could Go About Borrowing Ready-made Souls.

How Could Drops Of Water Know Themselves To Be A River? Yet The River Flows On.

We Are Prudent People. We Are Afraid To Let Go Of Our Petty Reality In Order To Grasp At A Great Shadow.

I Shall Never Again Admire A Merely Brave Man.

Defeat Is A Thing Of Weariness, Of Incoherence, Of Boredom, And Above All Futility.

Of Course, I Love You,' The Flower Said To Him. 'if You Were Not Aware Of It, It Was My Fault.

When One Is Building A Ship, One Does Not Begin With Gathering Timber And Cutting Planks, But Rather By Arousing In People The Yearning For The Great Wide Sea.

The Tree Is More Than First A Seed, Then A Stem, Then A Living Trunk, And Then Dead Timber. The Tree Is A Slow, Enduring Force Straining To Win The Sky.

The Important Thing Is To Strive Toward A Goal Which Is Not Immediately Visible. That Goal Is Not The Concern Of The Mind, But Of The Spirit.

Love Does Not Consist In Gazing At Each Other, But In Looking Outward Together In The Same Direction.

Sitting In The Flickering Light Of The Candles On This Kerchief Of Sand, On This Village Square, We Waited In The Night. We Were Waiting For The Rescuing Dawn - Or For The Moors. Something, I Know Not What, Lent This Night A Savor Of Christmas. We Told Stories, We Joked, We Sang Songs. In The Air There Was That Slight Fever That Reigns Over A Gaily Prepared Feast. And Yet We Were Infinitely Poor. Wind, Sand, And Stars. The Austerity Of Trappists. But On This Badly Lighted Cloth, A Handful Of Men Who Possessed Nothing In The World But Their Memories Were Sharing Invisible Riches.

The Meaning Of Things Lies Not In The Things Themselves, But In Our Attitude Towards Them.

To Love Is Not To Look At One Another: It Is To Look, Together, In The Same Direction.

The Injustice Of Defeat Lies In The Fact That Its Most Innocent Victims Are Made To Look Like Heartless Accomplices. It Is Impossible To See Behind Defeat, The Sacrifices, The Austere Performance Of Duty, The Self-discipline And The Vigilance That Are There - Those Things The God Of Battle Does Not Take Account Of.

On Ne Sait Jamais! One Never Knows!

For, To Conceited Men, All Other Men Are Admirers.

Once You Are My Friend, I Am Responsible For You.

If Someone Wants A Sheep, Then That Means That He Exists.

Friendship Is Born From An Identity Of Spiritual Goals - From Common Navigation Toward A Star.

Aimer, Ce N'est Point Nous Regarder L'un L'autre, Mais Regarder Ensemble Dans La Meme Direction. English Translation: To Love Is Not To Look At Each Other, But To Look Together In The Same Direction.

For There Is But One Problem - The Problem Of Human Relations. We Forget That There Is No Hope Or Joy Except In Human Relations.

You're Beautiful, But You're Empty...one Couldn't Die For You. Of Course, An Ordinary Passerby Would Think My Rose Looked Just Like You. But My Rose, All On Her Own, Is More Important Than All Of You Together, Since She's The One I've Watered. Since She's The One I Put Under Glass, Since She's The One I Sheltered Behind The Screen. Since She's The One For Whom I Killed The Caterpillars (except The Two Or Three Butterflies). Since She's The One I Listened To When She Complained, Or When She Boasted, Or Even Sometimes When She Said Nothing At All. Since She's My Rose.

A Man's Age Represents A Fine Cargo Of Experiences And Memories.

Each Man Must Look To Himself To Teach Him The Meaning Of Life. It Is Not Something Discovered: It Is Something Molded.

You Will Have Five Hundred Million Little Bells, And I Shall Have Five Hundred Million Springs Of Fresh Water.

If You Want To Build A Ship, Teach The Men To Yearn For The Vast And Endless Sea.

How Is It Possible For One To Own The Stars?" "to Whom Do They Belong?" The Businessman Retorted, Peevishly. "i Don't Know. To Nobody.

I Believe That For His Escape He Took Advantage Of The Migration Of A Flock Of Wild Birds.

It Is Only With The Heart That One Can See Rightly.

Life Always Bursts The Boundaries Of Formulas. Defeat May Prove To Have Been The Only Path To Resurrection, Despite Its Ugliness. I Take It For Granted That To Create A Tree I Condemn A Seed To Rot. If The First Act Of Resistance Comes Too Late It Is Doomed To Defeat. But It Is, Nevertheless, The Awakening Of Resistance. Life May Grow From It As From A Seed.

What Makes The Desert Beautiful Is That Somewhere It Hides A Well.

A Man's Age Is Something Impressive, It Sums Up His Life: Maturity Reached Slowly And Against Many Obstacles, Illnesses Cured, Griefs And Despairs Overcome, And Unconscious Risks Taken; Maturity Formed Through So Many Desires, Hopes, Regrets, Forgotten Things, Loves. A Man's Age Represents A Fine Cargo Of Experience And Memories.

For Instance, If You Come At Four In The Afternoon, I'll Begin To Be Happy By Three. The Closer It Gets To Four, The Happier I'll Feel. By Four I'll Be Excited And Worried; I'll Discover What It Costs To Be Happy! But If You Come At Any Od Time, I'll Never Know When I Should Prepare My Heart... There Must Be Rites.

What Does Tamed Mean? It's Something That's Been Too Often Neglected. It Means To Create Ties.

Every Person That Comes Into Our Life Comes For A Reason; Some Come To Learn And Others Come To Teach.

If It Is True That Wars Are Won By Believers, It Is Also True That Peace Treaties Are Sometimes Signed By Businessmen.

Why Are You Drinking? Demanded The Little Prince. "so That I May Forget," Replied The Tippler. "forget What?" Inquired The Little Prince, Who Was Already Sorry For Him. "forget That I Am Ashamed," The Tippler Confessed, Hanging His Head. "ashamed Of What?" Insisted The Little Prince, Who Wanted To Help Him. "ashamed Of Drinking!

A Civilization Is Built On What Is Required Of Men, Not On That Which Is Provided For Them.

One Day," You Said To Me, "i Saw The Sunset Forty-four Times!" And A Little Later You Added: "you Know-- One Loves The Sunset, When One Is So Sad..." "were You So Sad, Then?" I Asked, "on The Day Of The Forty-four Sunsets?" But The Little Prince Made No Reply.

All Grown-ups Were Once Children... But Only Few Of Them Remember It.

One Can Be A Brother Only In Something. Where There Is No Tie That Binds Men, Men Are Not United But Merely Lined Up.

The Flower You Single Out Is A Rejection Of All Other Flowers; Nevertheless, Only On These Terms Is It Beautiful.

To Be A Man Is To Feel That One's Own Stone Contributes To Building The Edifice Of The World.

The Field Of Consciousness Is Tiny. It Accepts Only One Problem At A Time. Get Into A Fist Fight, Put Your Mind On The Strategy Of The Fight, And You Will Not Feel The Other Fellow's Punches.

One Runs The Risk Of Weeping A Little, If One Lets Himself Be Tamed.

I Am Beginning To Understand," Said The Little Prince. "there Is A Flower... I Think That She Has Tamed Me.

It's All A Great Mystery...look Up At The Sky And You'll See How Everything Changes

Vain Is The Hope Of Finding Pleasure In That Which One Has Hitherto Disdained; As When The Warrior Hopes To Find Pleasure In The Joys Of The Sedentaries.

People Where You Live," The Little Prince Said, "grow Five Thousand Roses In One Garden... Yet They Don't Find What They're Looking For... They Don't Find It," I Answered. And Yet What They're Looking For Could Be Found In A Single Rose, Or A Little Water..." Of Course," I Answered. And The Little Prince Added, "but Eyes Are Blind. You Have To Look With The Heart.

The Thing That Is Important Is The Thing That Is Not Seen.

What Did I Care About My Hammer, About My Bolt, About Thirst Or Death? There Was, On One Star, On One Planet, On Mine, The Earth, A Little Prince To Be Consoled! I Took Him In My Arms. I Rocked Him. I Told Him, 'the Flower You Love Is Not In Danger...i'll Draw You A Muzzle For Your Sheep...i'll Draw You A Fence For Your Flower...i' I Didn't Know What To Say. How Clumsy I Felt! I Didn't Know How To Reach Him, Where To Find Him...it's So Mysterious, The Land Of Tears.

To Become A Man Is To Be Responsible; To Be Ashamed Of Miseries That You Did Not Cause.

You Know You've Achieved Perfection In Design, Not When You Have Nothing More To Add, But When You Have Nothing More To Take Away.

Loneliness Is Bred Of A Mind That Has Grown Earth-bound.

War Is Not An Adventure. It Is A Disease. It Is Like Typhus.

I Wonder," He Said, "whether The Stars Are Set Alight In Heaven So That One Day Each One Of Us May Find His Own Again.

You Become Responsible For A Long Time For What You've Tamed.

The Meaning Of Things Lies Not In The Things Themselves, But In Our Attitude Towards Them In Particular Caused By What We Compare It To: Something Worse And We Feel Grateful For What We Have; Something Better And We Feel Somehow Let Down.

Using An Artful Tool Does Not Make One A Dry Technician. It Seems To Me That People That Are Anxious About Our Technical Advancement, Confuse Means And Ends. Naturally A Person That Only Works For Material Gain Will Not Harvest Something That Is Worth Living For. But The Machine Is Not An End In Itself. The Airplane Is Not An End. It Is A Tool. Just Like The Plough.

When Faith Burns Itself Out, 'tis God Who Dies And Thenceforth Proves Unavailing.

I Don't Understand These People Anymore, That Travel The Commuter-trains To Their Dormitory Towns. These People That Call Themselves Human, But, By A Pressure They Do Not Feel, Are Forced To Do Their Work Like Ants. With What Do They Fill Their Time When They Are Free Of Work On Their Silly Little Sundays? I Am Very Fortunate In My Profession. I Feel Like A Farmer, With The Airstrips As My Fields. Those That Have Once Tasted This Kind Of Fare Will Not Forget It Ever. Not So, My Friends?

When One Wishes To Play The Wit, He Sometimes Wander A Little From The Truth.

Grown Ups Are Certainly Very Strange.

It Is Always In The Midst, In The Epicenter, Of Your Troubles That You Find Serenity.

When Someone Blushes, Doesn't That Mean 'yes'?

The Tender Friendships One Gives Up, On Parting, Leave Their Bite On The Heart, But Also A Curious Feeling Of A Treasure Somewhere Buried.

All Of Us Have Had The Experience Of A Sudden Joy That Came When Nothing In The World Had Forewarned Us Of Its Coming - A Joy So Thrilling That If It Was Born Of Misery We Remembered Even The Misery With Tenderness.

If You Tame Me, Then We Shall Need Each Other. To Me, You Will Be Unique In All The World. To You, I Shall Be Unique In All The World…if You Tame Me, It Will Be As If The Sun Came To Shine On My Life. I Shall Know The Sound Of A Step That Will Be Different From All The Others. Other Steps Send Me Hurrying Back Underneath The Ground. Yours Will Call Me, Like Music, Out Of My Burrow

Flying Is A Man's Job And Its Worries Are A Man's Worries.

What Torments Me Is Not The Humps Nor Hollows Nor The Ugliness. It Is The Sight, A Little Bit In All These Men, Of Mozart Murdered.

Truths May Clash Without Contradicting Each Other.

It's A Question Of Discipline,' The Little Prince Told Me Later On. 'when You've Finished Washing And Dressing Each Morning, You Must Tend Your Planet. You Must Be Sure You Pull Up The Baobabs Regularly, As Soon As You Can Tell Them Apart From The Rosebushes, Which They Closely Resemble When They're Very Young. It's Very Tedious Work, But Very Easy.

Each Man Carries Within Him The Soul Of A Poet Who Died Young.

Cries Of Despair, Misery, Sobbing Grief Are A Kind Of Wealth.

It Is The Duty Of The Ship's Captain To Make Port, Cost What It May.

A Goal Without A Pan Is Just A Wish.

Here Is My Secret. It Is Very Simple: One Sees Well Only With The Heart. The Essential Is Invisible To The Eyes.

What Sets Us Against One Another Is Not Our Aims - They All Come To The Same Thing - But Our Methods, Which Are The Fruit Of Our Varied Reasoning.

Well, I Must Endure The Presence Of A Few Caterpillars If I Wish To Become Acquainted With The Butterflies.

What Do We Mean By Setting A Man Free? You Cannot Free A Man Who Dwells In A Desert And Is An Unfeeling Brute.

I Know But One Freedom And That Is The Freedom Of The Mind.

Truth, For Any Man, Is That Which Makes Him A Man.

The Notion Of Looking On At Life Has Always Been Hateful To Me. What Am I If I Am Not A Participant? In Order To Be, I Must Participate.

A Chief Is A Man Who Assumes Responsibility. He Says 'i Was Beaten,' He Does Not Say 'my Men Were Beaten.'

A Man Has Many Parts, He Is Virtually Everything, And You Are Free To Select In Him That Part Which Pleases You.

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort. It Continues, Whereas The End To Be Attained Is But An Illusion Of The Climber, As He Fares On And On From Crest To Crest; And Once The Goal Is Reached It Has No Meaning.

In Giving You Are Throwing A Bridge Across The Chasm Of Your Solitude.

Once We Are Bound Together To Our Brothers By A Common Good That Is Outside Us, Then We Can Breathe. Experience Teaches Us That Love Is Not To Gaze At One Another But To Gaze In The Same Direction. There Is No Comradeship Except Through Unity On The Same Rope, Climbing Towards The Same Peak.

She Cast Her Fragrance And Her Radiance Over Me. I Ought Never To Have Run Away From Her... I Ought To Have Guessed All The Affection That Lay Behind Her Poor Little Stratagems. Flowers Are So Inconsistent! But I Was Too Young To Know How To Love Her.

The Arms Of Love Encompass You With Your Present, Your Past, Your Future, The Arms Of Love Gather You Together.

Let Your Dream Devour Your Life, Not Your Life Devour Your Dream.

All Men Have The Stars," He Answered, "but They Are Not The Same Things For Different People. For Some, Who Are Travellers, The Stars Are Guides. For Others They Are No More Than Little Lights In The Sky. For Others, Who Are Scholars, They Are Problems. For My Businessman They Were Wealth. But All The Stars Are Silent. You--you Alone--will Have The Stars As No One Else Has Them--

I Am A Fox", The Fox Said.

The Theoretician Believes In Logic And Believes That He Despises Dreams, Intuition, And Poetry. He Does Not Recognize That These Three Fairies Have Only Disguised Themselves In Order To Dazzle Him.... He Does Not Know That He Owes His Greatest Discoveries To Them.

Nobody Grasped You By The Shoulder While There Was Still Time. Now The Clay Of Which You Were Shaped Has Dried And Hardened, And Naught In You Will Ever Awaken The Sleeping Musician, The Poet, The Asronomer That Possibly Inhabited You In The Beginning.

Good Morning," Said The Little Prince. "good Morning," Said The Salesclerk. This Was A Salesclerk Who Sold Pills Invented To Quench Thirst. Swallow One A Week And You No Longer Feel Any Need To Drink. "why Do You Sell These Pills?" "they Save So Much Time," The Salesclerk Said. "experts Have Calculated That You Can Save Fifty-three Minutes A Week." "and What Do You Do With Those Fifty-three Minutes?" "whatever You Like." "if I Had Fifty-three Minutes To Spend As I Liked," The Little Prince Said To Himself, "i'd Walk Very Slowly Toward A Water Fountain.

The House, The Stars, The Desert -- What Gives Them Their Beauty Is Something That Is Invisible!

"what Place Would You Advise Me To Visit Now?" He Asked. "the Planet Earth," Replied The Geographer. "it Has A Good Reputation."

You Know... When You Are Sad You Love The Sunsets.

There Is No Growth Except In The Fulfillment Of Obligations.

Experience Will Guide Us To The Rules. You Cannot Make Rules Precede Practical Experience.

Practical Experience

What Sets Men At Variance Is But The Treachery Of Language, For Always They Desire The Same Things.

You Risk Tears If You Let Yourself Be Tamed.

One Cannot Build Life From Refrigerators, Politics, Credit Statements And Crossword Puzzles. That Is Impossible. Nor Can One Exist For Any Length Of Time Without Poetry, Without Color, Without Love.

No Truth Is Proved, No Truth Achieved, By Argument, And The Ready-made Truths Men Offer You Are Mere Conveniences Or Drugs To Make You Sleep.

Only The Children Know What They Are Looking For. They Waste Their Time Over A Rag Doll And It Becomes Very Important To Them; And If Anybody Takes It Away From Them, They Cry.

When A Mystery Is Too Overpowering, One Dare Not Disobey.

To Be A Man Is, Precisely, To Be Responsible. It Is To Feel Shame At The Sight Of What Seems To Be Unmerited Misery. It Is To Take Pride In A Victory Won By One's Comrades. It Is To Feel, When Setting One's Stone, That One Is Contributing To The Building Of The World.

The Machine Does Not Isolate Man From The Great Problems Of Nature But Plunges Him More Deeply Into Them.

Where Are The People?” Resumed The Little Prince At Last. “it’s A Little Lonely In The Desert…” “it Is Lonely When You’re Among People, Too,” Said The Snake.

Make Your Life A Dream, And A Dream A Reality.

I Am Who I Am And I Have The Need To Be.

Defeat May Prove To Have Been The Only Path To Resurrection, Despite Its Ugliness.

Temporary Defeat

Perfection Is Not When There Is No More To Add, But No More To Take Away.

Perfection Is Finally Attained Not When There Is No Longer Anything To Add, But When There Is No Longer Anything To Take Away, When A Body Has Been Stripped Down To Its Nakedness.

Nothing Can Match The Treasure Of Common Memories.

When I Find A Woman Attractive, I Have Nothing At All To Say. I Simply Watch Her Smile. Intellectuals Take Apart Her Face In Order To Explain It Bit By Bit, But They No Longer See The Smile.

No Single Event Can Awaken Within Us A Stranger Whose Existence We Had Never Suspected. To Live Is To Be Slowly Born.

A Civilization Is A Heritage Of Beliefs, Customs, And Knowledge Slowly Accumulated In The Course Of Centuries, Elements Difficult At Times To Justify By Logic, But Justifying Themselves As Paths When They Lead Somewhere, Since They Open Up For Man His Inner Distance.

How Could There Be Any Question Of Acquiring Or Possessing, When The One Thing Needful For A Man Is To Become - To Be At Last, And To Die In The Fullness Of His Being.

* If Someone Loves A Flower, Of Which Just One Single Blossom Grows, In All The Millions Of Stars, It Is Enough To Make Him Happy Just To Look At The Stars.

If You Want To Build A Boat, Do Not Instruct The Men To Saw Wood, Stitch The Sails, Prepare The Tools And Organize The Work, But Make Them Long For Setting Sail And Travel To Distant Lands.

So The Little Prince Tamed The Fox. And When The Hour Of His Departure Drew Near-- Ah," Said The Fox, "i Shall Cry." It Is Your Own Fault," Said The Little Prince. "i Never Wished You Any Sort Of Harm; But You Wanted Me To Tame You . . ." Yes, That Is So," Said The Fox. But Now You Are Going To Cry!" Said The Little Prince. Yes, That Is So," Said The Fox. Then It Has Done You No Good At All!" It Has Done Me Good," Said The Fox, "because Of The Color Of The Wheat Fields.

No One Is Ever Satisfied Where He Is.

And The Little Prince Broke Into A Lovely Peal Of Laughter, Which Irritated Me Very Much. I Like My Misfortunes To Be Taken Seriously.

Peace Is Present When Things Form Part Of A Whole Greater Than Their Sum, As The Diverse Minerals In The Ground Collect To Become The Tree.

In Order To Cure A Feeling Of Malaise, You Have To Throw Light On It.

I Am Very Fond Of Sunsets. Come, Let Us Go Look At A Sunset.

I Am Looking For Friends. What Does That Mean - Tame?" "it Is An Act Too Often Neglected," Said The Fox. "it Means To Establish Ties." "to Establish Ties?" "just That," Said The Fox. "to Me, You Are Still Nothing More Than A Little Boy Who Is Just Like A Hundred Thousand Other Little Boys. And I Have No Need Of You. And You, On Your Part, Have No Need Of Me. To You I Am Nothing More Than A Fox Like A Hundred Thousand Other Foxes. But If You Tame Me, Then We Shall Need Each Other. To Me, You Will Be Unique In All The World. To You, I Shall Be Unique In All The World.

Love, Like A Carefully Loaded Ship, Crosses The Gulf Between The Generations.

If You Tame Me, It Would Be As If The Sun Came To Shine On My Life.

Of What Worth Are Convictions That Bring Not Suffering?

If I Were To Command A General To Turn Into A Seagull, And If The General Did Not Obey, That Would Not Be The General's Fault. It Would Be Mine.

No Individual Is Isolated. He Who Is Sad, Saddens Others.

We Understand … That What Constitutes The Dignity Of A Craft Is That It Creates A Fellowship, That It Binds Men Together And Fashions For Them A Common Language.

Transport Of The Mails, Transport Of The Human Voice, Transport Of Flickering Pictures-in This Century As In Others Our Highest Accomplishments Still Have The Single Aim Of Bringing Men Together.

Are Wars... Anything But The Means Whereby A Nation's Problems Are Set, Where Creation Is Stimulated - There You Have Adventure. But There Is No Adventure In Heads-or-tails, In Betting That The Toss Will Come Out Of Life Or Death. War Is Not An Adventure. It Is A Disease. It Is Like Typhus.

To Grasp The Meaning Of The World Of Today We Use A Language Created To Express The World Of Yesterday. The Life Of The Past Seems To Us Nearer Our True Natures, But Only For The Reason That It Is Nearer Our Language.

What Have You Come To Earth For?' 'i'm Having Difficulties With A Flower,' The Little Prince Said. 'ah!' Said The Snake. And They Were Both Silent.

Sorrow Is One Of The Vibrations That Prove The Fact Of Living.

I Will Appoint Captains To Rule My Cities, For It Is In The Compelling Zest Of High Adventure And Of Victory, And In Creative Action, That Man Finds His Supreme Joys.

Once Men Are Caught Up In An Event, They Cease To Be Afraid. Only The Unknown Frightens Men.

If You Want To Build A Ship, Don't Summon People To Buy Wood, Prepare Tools, Distribute Jobs, And Organize The Work; Teach People The Yearning For The Wide, Boundless Ocean.

But If You Tame Me, Then We Shall Need Each Other. To Me, You Will Be Unique In All The World. To You, I Shall Be Unique In All The World.

She Knew This Man's Smile, His Gentle Ways Of Love, But Not His Godlike Fury In The Storm. She Might Snare Him In A Fragile Net Of Music, Love And Flowers, But, At Each Departure, He Would Break Forth Without, It Seemed To Her, The Least Regret.

What Value Has Compassion That Does Not Take Its Object In Its Arms?

You Are Beautiful, But You Are Empty,” He Went On. “one Could Not Die For You. To Be Sure, An Ordinary Passerby Would Think That My Rose Looked Just Like You--the Rose That Belongs To Me.

I Showed The Grown Ups My Maasterpiece, Andi Asked Them If My Drawing Scared Them. They Answered Why Be Scared Of A Hat? My Drawing Was Not A Picture Of A Hat. It Was A Picture Of A Boa Constrictor Digesting An Elephant.

And At Night I Love To Listen To The Stars. It Is Like Five Hundred Million Little Bells.

One Is A Member Of A Country, A Profession, A Civilization, A Religion. One Is Not Just A Man.

The Proof That The Little Prince Existed Is That He Was Charming, That He Laughed, And That He Was Looking For A Sheep. If Anybody Wants A Sheep, That Is A Proof That He Exists.

Night, The Beloved. Night, When Words Fade And Things Come Alive. When The Destructive Analysis Of Day Is Done, And All That Is Truly Important Becomes Whole And Sound Again. When Man Reassembles His Fragmentary Self And Grows With The Calm Of A Tree.

Trending Author

Lindsey Buckingham

Charles Horton Cooley

Category